Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

"Why... am I completely ruined?" Song Qingchen couldn't help worrying.

Although this face is not his, but he also wants to leave a better impression on the other party.

I vaguely remember that at that time, my cheeks seemed to have brushed a lot of withered grass, so there should be scars.It was hard for him to imagine what it would be like to have scars all over his face.

The other party didn't speak, but suddenly took his right hand hanging on the other side.Hold on tight, tight.So tight it hurts.

"Don't look at me." Song Qingchen narrowed his eyes and looked at the blurry silhouette beside the bed.He seemed to be lying on the side of the bed, looking at himself steadily.

Sure enough, this face is ruined?

Song Qingchen's eyes were not focused, his heart was empty, and his expression naturally appeared relaxed.He opened his mouth, unable to speak.

Very at a loss.

Song Qingchen suddenly remembered the phrase "it's just a beauty" that he had said a long time ago when chatting with himself, and felt unhappy for a moment, and wanted to turn his head to the other side with difficulty, so as not to let him look at it any longer.Then he simply closed his eyes and said, "I told you not to look."

He Yuan finally spoke, and said hoarsely, "You don't believe me anymore."

The room was quiet, and He Yuan's rapid breathing could be heard clearly.Although the right hand is weak, it can still feel uneven to the touch, and it is also slightly sticky.

"...Your hand, is it hurt?"

Song Qingchen looked down, and there was indeed a blurred red line, but he didn't know what the actual shape of the wound was.

Realizing that Song Qingchen was watching, He Yuan hurriedly let go of his hand, only holding him with the other hand.Suddenly remembered something, and took both hands away.

"...Huh?" Song Qingchen turned his head and looked at him with concern.He seemed to be rummaging around for something.

Not long after, I felt a cloth rubbing against my right hand.

Handkerchief?

This action was very solemn, and there was some itch for a while, Song Qingchen couldn't help laughing and said: "What are you doing?"

But he quickly stopped laughing again, he was really afraid that laughing now would be uglier than crying.It made him look embarrassed and funny.

After a while, Song Qingchen realized that he was wiping the blood on his hands, which was accidentally stained just now.

His scar is still fresh, what's going on outside?He suppressed the rebels, did he come here without stopping?Song Qingchen frowned and asked hastily:

"What day is it? How long have I been lying down?"

He Yuan was not in a hurry to answer, and was still wiping his right hand carefully.Seemingly finally satisfied, he withdrew his hand and said slowly:

"You have been lying down for more than two days."

He didn't say any more about the rest, he clenched his mouth tightly, and remained speechless for a long time.

"Are you thirsty?"

Suddenly flustered, he got up and hurried to find water.Song Qingchen saw a smoky shadow swaying around in the room.Walking back and forth like headless chickens.

This room seems to be very big, just see that he can walk back and forth a dozen steps, but still can't reach the end.Song Qingchen was also a little curious, whose bedroom this place used to be.

Seeing his flustered figure, Song Qingchen couldn't help laughing, "I'm not thirsty, come back quickly."

The shadow seemed to have been appeased by something, and it was not as restless as before. It walked straight back, leaned down on the bed again and said:

"Qiu Dali is still taking care of Yu Cheng. Yu Cheng was wearing a heart armor at the time, and the knife didn't pierce his heart. He might be able to save his life. It's just a little difficult to treat. It depends on how he stops the bleeding."

"He...he's still alive!" Song Qingchen's heart twitched, and Yu Cheng's mouth full of blood appeared in his mind.

He Yuan proudly said: "You have to thank me, this is the method I taught him. After all, I have more experience than him."

Hearing that Yu Cheng was still alive, Song Qingchen finally let go of the big stone in his heart, and said excitedly, "That's good, that's good!"

"When Qiu Dali enters the palace tomorrow, come and see your eyes... I, I begged His Majesty for a long time before he agreed to let Qiu Dali come and see."

Song Qingchen smiled slightly, and said jokingly: "If my eyes are ill, and it will never get better, what should I do?"

"Impossible!" He Yuan held his hand again, "It will be fine! In the past, there was a young general who also hit his head. He is very well now, and he can see things more clearly than me!"

He Yuan's tone was very anxious, as if he was not telling the truth, but deceiving others.After a long pause he added:

"If it really doesn't get better, it doesn't matter, I will take care of you."

His voice was a little low, as if he was afraid of who would hear him.

The blurred figure in the field of vision moved closer, and the weight on the brocade quilt increased.Then he heard him whisper:

"I will take care of you for the rest of my life, and take care of you personally."

Song Qingchen burst out laughing, "Forget it, you can take care of people too? I guess you'll take care of me to death..."

There was a sudden warmth on his lips, the remaining words were cut off, and the figure in front of him slowly receded.

The room was silent for a while, and he said again: "That's better. No one wants you anymore, so I will take you away and take you to Shuobei. You can't go out, so you stay in my room every day. "

Song Qingchen didn't have time to doubt, so he heard him say again: "It's not in the room, it's staying on my bed every day, waiting for me, expecting me to come..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and at the end, Song Qingchen understood what he was going to say.His face couldn't help getting hot, and he was about to tell him to shut up, but he vaguely saw him suddenly lying on the bed, laughing loudly.

Like a child who succeeded in playing a prank, he grabbed his hand and gently tugged it.

"...Do you think it's okay?" He said again in a frivolous tone, "You don't have to think about anything else every day, just think about how to find some new tricks, wouldn't it be fun?"

Just as he was talking, he stopped, gave another short oh, and continued:

"When the time comes, it's probably not the eyes that you'll be looking for the doctor to look at."

Song Qingchen glanced at his mouth, gritted his teeth secretly and said, "You really..."

In the end, I didn't know what to say about him, and I couldn't keep up with the words and sentences in my head, so I just snorted a sneer.

The room gradually became quiet again, only He Yuan said in a low tone: "Your Majesty only gives me one hour."

Song Qingchen tried hard to hold his hand, but it was in vain, and he couldn't use half of his strength.

Now that the matter has come to this point, Song Qingchen thought to himself that he had to talk to the emperor about it.Then he smiled and coaxed him:

"Then what nonsense do you have, why don't you hurry up?"

Unexpectedly, He Yuan remained silent again, only caressing his hand gently.

After sitting for a while, he whispered:

"I miss you so much, every day."

Song Qingchen looked at his silhouette, "Huh?"

"I should hold you firmly and tie you by my side...so that no one can take you away."

"Oh, gone?" Song Qingchen deliberately teased him, pretending to be unhappy.

"Yes, and! When I saw you falling from the city wall, I thought, why not go with you! Before, I really didn't believe in an afterlife, but at that moment, I thought absurdly that there might be an afterlife. However, there is a huge army behind me, waiting for my order... but I can't do this."

He Yuan leaned over again, Xu Xu said:

"...I watched you drifting down, and suddenly hated you so much, so I just left me and left. You want me to suffer, Chang Acacia. You want me to blame myself for the rest of my life. You are so cruel. I am not as good as you. "

"...Oh, you should blame your husband." Song Qingchen replied sullenly.

"Hush!" He Yuan quickly covered his mouth, "Time is limited, don't mention this guy."

Hearing He Yuan's words 'Don't mention this guy', Song Qingchen burst into joy for no reason.

"Okay. Do you know what you look like just now?" Song Qingchen was amused in his heart, and couldn't help but want to tease him again.

I saw this figure looking up, as if he could see the puzzled expression on his face.

"……like what?"

"The bitter woman in the pavilion."

He Yuan didn't say a word.As if staring at him seriously.

"It's fine to look like anything you say, as long as you're happy."

Song Qingchen giggled, stopped laughing, cleared his throat, and said with airs:

"Come here, I will reward you with something alone."

"Ah?" He Yuan's silhouette flickered for a moment, as if probing, he slowly moved over to the bed.

"Gu told you to come here! Cough...cough cough..." Song Qingchen was in a hurry, and wanted to yell at him, but he felt a dull pain in his ribs again.

"Come here quickly," Song Qingchen frowned, calling him with difficulty.

The man probably thought he was talking, so he moved a little further away.

"Come on..." Song Qingchen suddenly failed, unable to hold on to his airs anymore, a shy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He Yuan finally understood this time, and said with a low smile, "What does Your Highness want to reward me? Let me guess."

After finishing speaking, he clasped the back of Song Qingchen's neck and pressed the kiss over.The movements were extremely cautious, for fear of touching his wounds.

After a while, he slowly withdrew and asked in a low voice:

"Did I guess right, Your Highness?"

Song Qingchen closed his eyes and gave him a low "hmm".

……

Outside the door of the emperor's dormitory, silently watching everything in the palace.He didn't say a word to interrupt, and he didn't leave.He only softly called the eunuch Wanfu to come over, and explained:

"Let He Qing stay here and leave after dinner."

After Li Wanfu nodded and said "yes", he glanced at the holy face, only to see Wan Sui's eyes twinkling, and his Adam's apple rolling, he glanced into the hall again, and then left quickly.

This hall is located in the Ciqing Palace and is the former residence of the prince and the third prince.In the past, the prince and the third prince lived together here.

They were originally two brothers who had a very good relationship, but for some reason, a lot of rifts suddenly arose.Everyone in the palace was amazed.Li Wanfu did not follow the prince at that time before, but he also heard a little about this matter.

Since the crown prince ascended the throne, the Ciqing Palace has been closed for many years and has never been opened.

Li Wanfu died two days ago, opened the Ciqing Palace, and sent people to re-sweep and decorate.

As soon as the arrangement was completed, someone brought in the seriously injured His Royal Highness King Jing.